Baby Come Back

Longing for Love: No Mercy's Plea in 'Baby Come Back'
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Lyrics

Spending all my nights, all my money going out on the town

Expressing the speaker's dedication, spending nights and money to distract from thoughts of a lost love.

Doing anything just to get you off my mind

Desperation to forget, engaging in various activities to overcome thoughts of the lost love.

But when the morning comes, I'm right back where I startedagain

Despite efforts, the morning brings the realization that the speaker is back to the emotional starting point.

Trying to forget you is just a waste of time

Acknowledging the futility of trying to forget the lost love.


Baby come back, any kind of fool could see

Direct plea for the lost love to return, admitting the obvious to any observer.

There was something in everything about you

Recognition of the special qualities in everything related to the lost love.

Baby come back, you can blame it all on me

Taking responsibility for the breakup and expressing regret.

I was wrong, and I just can't live without you

Confession of the speaker's realization of being wrong and the inability to live without the lost love.


All day long, wearing a mask of false bravado

Portraying a facade of false confidence throughout the day.

Trying to keep up a smile that hides a tear

Struggling to maintain a smile while hiding genuine emotions of sadness.

But as the sun goes down, I get that empty feeling again

As night falls, the emptiness and longing for the lost love resurface.

How I wish to God that you were here

Expressing a deep desire for the lost love to be present.


Baby come back, any kind of fool could see

Repetition of the plea for the lost love to return, emphasizing the undeniable nature of the request.

There was something in everything about you

Reiteration of the unique qualities possessed by the lost love.

Baby come back, you can blame it all on me

Continued acceptance of responsibility and expressing regret for the past actions.

I was wrong, and I just can't live without you

Reaffirmation of the acknowledgment of being wrong and the inability to live without the lost love.


Now that I put it all together

Reflection on the situation and a plea for understanding and reconciliation.

Give me the chance to make you see

Requesting an opportunity to prove to the lost love that positive changes can occur.

Have you used up all the love in your heart

Questioning if the lost love has exhausted all feelings, leaving nothing for reconciliation.

Is there nothing left for me?

Expressing concern about the possibility of no remaining love from the lost partner.

Is there nothing left for me?

Repeating the worry about a potential lack of love.


Baby come back, any kind of fool could see

Restating the plea for the lost love's return and the speaker's acknowledgment of their mistakes.

There was something in everything about you

Reaffirmation of the unique qualities of the lost love.

Baby come back, you can blame it all on me

Continued acceptance of responsibility and regret, emphasizing the speaker's dependence on the lost love.

I was wrong, and I just can't live without you

Reiteration of the acknowledgment of being wrong and the speaker's inability to live without the lost love.

I was wrong, and I just can't live

Repeating the admission of being wrong and the speaker's desperate need for the lost love.


Baby come back, any kind of fool could see

Repetition of the plea for the lost love to return, emphasizing the undeniable nature of the request.

There was something in everything about you

Reiteration of the unique qualities possessed by the lost love.

Baby come back, you can blame it all on me

Continued acceptance of responsibility and expressing regret for the past actions.

I was wrong, and I just can't live without you

Reaffirmation of the acknowledgment of being wrong and the inability to live without the lost love.

Baby come back

Final plea for the lost love to return, emphasizing the speaker's desperation.

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